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So I (Carrie) am from the north. New York actually. I married a southern man (well...sort of southern since he's traveled so much in his childhood, but anyways...) and we have since lived in Georgia for nearly 9 wonderful years. I have been introduced to a lot of southern cuisine that I've grown to love—biscuits, sweet tea and hush puppies to name a few. But there was one iconic place I had yet to visit; the Waffle House. They are everywhere down here and I'm not sure how I made it to nearly year 9 without visiting one. It's a diner, with clunky porcelain coffee cups, laminated menus filled with greasy comfort foods, small booths with vinyl seats, and friendly waitresses that greet you from back behind the counter when you walk in. I love breakfast. It's my favorite meal and I can eat it any time of the day. Jonah does too, which is why we are so happily married!

This morning I woke up entirely too early to the sound of our boys calling out, "Mommy, I'm awake!". But after getting two pajama-clad boys and glancing out the window at the sunshine spilling in through the window, I turned to Jonah and said, "Want to go to Waffle House?". And that was it.

We dressed and headed out. And I have to say it was yummy. It was fun, it was friendly, and it was everything a small town diner feels like. And I love that. I think maybe I won't let another 9 years pass before visiting again.